One of our Mum's this week (Mum to twins Moses and James) asked to share her thanks to God at ward Church. She began to sing the most spine tingling, hairs standing on end song. People here grasp music in a way we don't often see back home. They are not concerned for the right notes, pitch, key or even rhythm. They just care for what it means to them and to who they are singing it to. The words roll out rich and heartfelt, deep and yearning for something deeper than human contentment. For much of this song, I did not understand the words that were sung, they were in a local dialect, what I did know was that she truly beleived every word she spoke in praise to her awesome God.
Her baby Moses had to come back to the ship because he contracted cerebral Malaria and started having seizures after his hernia operation. He has improved, but his twin brother who has had the same operation (who had to come back with Moses to be looked after by Mama) was found to have popped his hernia again, and when doing his pre op blood work to repeat the surgery, he was found to have Malaria too.
The saga just keeps continuing, yet Mama's praise keeps coming! The two boys, though a little grouchy with their fevers continue to be precious, in matching Christmas Red gowns, they are bright eyed and mischievous. Their story continues...
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